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Challenge: Ring Around the Boyfriend.

Pairing: Daphne Greengrass/Draco Malfoy

Prompt: Dream


It was just the dream of a twelve-year-old girl. I was still innocent (well, innocent enough). And since I was verging on my teenage years, I decided it was time for me to get my first real kiss. He was still young enough to have dreams, too. Eventually, he stopped caring about anything but the Death Eaters. But that was later. Our second year of school, we were just two clumsy kids who still wished on stars.

It happened late one September night. I was twelve and trying to be cool, so I stayed up as late as I could with all the fifth years studying for OWLs and the insomniacs. Usually I fell asleep by midnight, but it was at least one in the morning that time.

September 21, 1992. That was the date of my first real kiss. Well, technically the September 22, because it was after one. But that's not my point.

I was sitting in front of the fire on the floor, reading Hogwarts, A History. Suddenly, out of nowhere, someone sat down next to me. I turned to see who it was and, lo and behold, there sat Draco Malfoy, wearing green and silver pajamas and grinning cheekily.

"Hey, Daphne," he said quietly. I smiled back at him, self-conscious in my pajama pants and tank top.

"Hullo, Draco." I smoothed my hair behind my ears, realizing that this was my chance to get my kiss. "What's up?"

Beneath his smirk he looked kind of nervous as he replied, "Nothing. I just couldn't sleep."

"Why not?" I asked, my heart pounding as we inched closer to each other.

"Um, no reason. Why aren't you in bed?" He sounded genuinely curious. I looked deep in his gray eyes. He tilted his head a little, almost looking confused.

"I don't sleep much," I exaggerated, hoping to impress him with my maturity and so-called insomnia. Unfortunately, he didn't seem too impressed. Rather, he seemed kind of surprised.

"Really?" he asked. "Because Pansy said that on the weekends, you never get up until after ten or eleven."

For a moment, I was annoyed. "You and Pansy talked about me? Why?" But before he could answer, I reminded myself of my mission. "Actually, never mind, it doesn't matter." I tried to purse my lips seductively the way I'd seen my mum do when she was talking to my dad. Or to Lucius Malfoy. Or Cornelius Fudge.

"Are you okay?" he asked. "You look a little sick."

Realizing that particular plan hadn't succeeded, I quickly returned to my usual expression. "Oh, yeah, I'm fine," I assured him. "I was just... Never mind."

"Oh, okay." We sat there in silence for a few awkward seconds as I screwed up my courage. Then, my stomach fluttering, I leaned forward and shoved my lips against his. He let out a muffled yelp and jumped back, shocking and embarrassing me. "Ew, what was that for?" he demanded, scrubbing his mouth with the back of his hand.

I blushed. "Well, didn't you want to kiss me?" He groaned.

"No, I was just talking. Gross. I'm going to bed, good night!" And he hurried away, flushed and as embarrassed as me.

I glanced around. A good amount of the older students were staring, and some of them were laughing. I slammed my book shut and rushed upstairs, torn between embarrassment and anger.

Suffice it to say, it was not my one of my proudest moments.

And also, it was the last time I chose to stay up with those who had witnessed my "first real kiss."